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*after 2 minutes of

Yo so get the mic burned, open it up

Thought]
Yes I, it out
like, you listen to the musician
Umbilicle mic, my syllable strikes ya
I you through a tunnel of thought, wit no support
Now you got caught off guard, by the one scar for the Illa-Fifth
for feelin this, Black Thought yo the skill assisted
By the Mal-ik B, the you remember me to be type valid
Disasterous, the master just bust this, for the
Black Thought yo, while I the
Styles, from the artist, strokes of lyrical darkness, enter the style
Severin rooms just like apartments, ill
I'm a skyscraper by
Down wit my number one neighbor,
>From the city of Illinois, you destroy we bombin, what?
Off the top-a, the dome lyric-al Mr. Trotter
Aiyyo we lotta MC's, on the line of this ready to rhyme
So I'm just set go down wit mine, rewind, check it out

I persue fairs, relaxed like Dru Down's hair
Other niggas rhymes are gang signs, I throw down theirs
On Knotts I Landed, players get like Hamlet
Supposedly nice, for granted like life
I write twice and drop singles in pools
Niggas I'm dunkin like when cops mingle, fuck hip hop
Rhymin big words and not sayin
The click that you came in wit, the accent you flavor
I got my nigga Tariq, I freak it in the middle of the
is weak an' and I start to speakin
Niggas to leakin, my nigga Derek D an'
I'm the future, funky for human beings
Like I was the Biz Mark, I bring the iller
Com Sense'll be the rhyme killer, I a
Little bit of to a MC who need a new producer
Got my nigga Y-Not in the spot and I rock crack
I'm ready to attack, is Black
understand the intelligence and relevance to this rhyme
I Stretch a nigga all the line like I was Bobbito or Armstrong
song'll keep goin, I start the holdin
My is turnin to earth
The birth is comin through, listenin to cut old school
when it came down the shoot?

[Pharoahe
(Pharoahe) Yeah (Pharoahe) yeah yeah
(Pharoahe) yeah yo
Always beginnin em, forever blendin them, bendin em and again
Sendin em back, lettin em know that wages
befriending em for criminal ac-tivity
Mics I like Florida State Seminoles wit criminal facts
And milly ac-tually I on your promotional wax
It'll be tight but only this, what swears he's the nicest
Just because he got rhyme of the twice
mic devices, the gem star blade the shit slices
Rip-trip-chop-chop-chop and dices,
Absolute uh, uh, Absolute uh (kill it)

Yes, the microphone
My will enlight your dome
When I'm quick to strike home just like Capone
N-Noreaga, wit The War Report, my orrator will slaughter
Still waitin for the beat to come in, I'm dangerous like
Eatin bacon in of a Muslim, I'll battle you and your cousin
It's the for black attack
When I, yes quick to subtract the
When I go from to track, bouncin in the mounds and coutin
Flowin like water from a fountain I deliver
Like water from a makin you shiver
for sore, the connoisseur rippin ill-literature
Yes, but I'm to get deeper
You'll catch a ill reflection from too close to the speaker
When I ya, it's gettin more clearer, outta the era

[Black
It's like this, we you open like a parachute
Took a of hip hop, it's Absolute
For my man from the of Representatives
And turn it out, I always do, that's what I'ma bout ta
Do I you a style and throw you?
For all competitors, Black Thought comin the seckle 'cause
I'm the superior style and you
Let me adjust my voice so you can me ta--
Bust the, microphone
Pure skills, nuttin but it, all of a
MC's just start to studdered from the rap
Hey yo let me check it out, check it out
Well it's the, deranged that change formats and forms
I like killa bees for feelin these fantasies
MC's throw a tantrum, I sing the Anthem
Aiyyo it's like this, my song thump preference
You can never attempt to reach that my level is
Thought severin competitives, off the dome top
Yo my microphone stop, my man Com just

And halt, I guess it was my fault
I came through thick a malt, niggas tried to pour salt
But never knew the flavor, my shit is accented Chicago
Niggas follow, the water bottle
My shit'll flowin
Now I'm this poetry in motion like a picure
Read the scripture, understood the New Testament
to blessin it
The shit is like this, where the went
I give MC's the treatment
They tried to come against me, I told em they wasn't
I Crush, Kill and Destroy like Stress
Extinction Agenda, Com just send a-nother
Mothafucker to the bathroom, he have room to shit on the mic
That I had, like the nigga Com Sense, I don't need a pad
Off the dome, my shit'll roam/Rome like a
I start to speak, and niggas sound extra
Like seven days, I take ya seven whole like Tony
Never been a phony, Express styles a Pony
Hold ya horses, Com Sense read The
Toss this type of shit that go straight through, I lost
One time, it back the rap sunshine
follow me like one time
Check it out nig-- my man is unsigned, ready to get it on
like this upon the mic yo I sit upon

[Pharoahe
Yo yo, check it out now, one time now, Pharoahe yo
It's not breaks at the bar, even if you a
Wit me and my crew baby doll you go far
I seek the of Allah, the laws I lay
Peepin the upper of light display
Funk rap pro, attributed to facts so
Cleverly put, revolutions than a axel
The sad slow nigga much smoother Coltrane
Who can cop beats that I like cocaine
The effortless action wit moves subtraction
Lip, stick and wit mo' satisfaction
And all the my beats can pile up
data than X-File shows all added up
The educated nigga Queens, by any means
Servin any fiends, similar to Team
But steam I will rise to the top to redeem the cream
For who fiend for hip hop
I pop and bla-block shot and chop spots
>From top notch cops to bust from a
Positioning, what Absolute, what c'mon kick the dome

The word was precision so I get a vision
And makin sentences on top of your
Underground,
the Mediterranean, water to slaughter MC's
Who catch across the border
Lookin across, the window, not a
Lookin at my man, the Jedi when the lead fly
My man took a picture, so I just snapped it
at the man who got the joint in his back shit, the back shit
I pack shit but it's never an automatic
I'm causin static just the opposite of Bounce
I get, mad amounts
Look at my man and Stretch
I catch the beat
I'm come off weak 'cause weak is the opposite of strong
I to smoke the bong but now I got the Heineken
It's my to rhyme again
Don't to be greedy, I give my old gear to the needy
Used to write graffiti I got the burner
You might not get that but you I pass it to my man wit the head wrap
Yo

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